Aim at Mirrors

Down, these blues, not my mood or mind
Highlights sweeping in
Iris in bloom, periwinkle with white trim
Stare right here, try and define
And when I close them…determine what I should dream

Slow tug and stretch of polyester and silk
Round and dimple, then…red mane swaying over peach fuzz and milk
Take it, make it, and dish your principle upon it
Constrain me into a terri-robe

Come back to this space, this time…you still looking right here?
I'm unpainted, undrawn, visibly covered in ink—for just one more from the million before
All that you feel, that disgust, is yourself dipping below
When the sun meets its perfect geographical location
On you, will you shine brighter or beg for the light to dim?

I'm gonna grab hold, the wind, this breeze, be the biggest twinkle
Lift my legs from this concrete, switch the sky on
Through the break in this board, I see the water rushing around bumpy ankles
Keep glaring up, protecting your pupils under wood
No consequence…no life
Tell me what I can and cannot do/be

Years as they have turn, I'm getting softer, thicker, lighter
Into the waves, legs are sinking,
get the hell out
Run for the door, "Turn it on, Turn it on!!"
I've worn the same shoes, over this rail—plunk, plunk
I am not your horizon, not even in your gaze
Not your permission, destiny, or design

I am this history overcame, a moment, right now—I
Spinning, swinging, pointing my toes, shifting my hips
Manipulating the air, gravity and grace met
Humming, honing, toning

If those crooked arrows want to launch,
let them point, tear, and maul—toward a drowning mirror

Susie E.